The Night Shift Operator
I parked my Corolla in the same spot I'd used for two years and sat there for a minute with the engine off.
Writing from USA, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. I mostly write in Lesbian Sex and Gay Male, especially stories built around wrong place, right time and people who work as lifeguards or similar real-world trades. I read every comment even when I am slow to reply. Hope you find something here worth bookmarking. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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I parked my Corolla in the same spot I'd used for two years and sat there for a minute with the engine off.
Magda has been my best friend for fifteen years, which is longer than I've kept any plant alive, and I've killed a lot of plants.
The text message from Bruno said fourth floor, room 408, and I remember standing in the freight elevator at eleven at night thinking how…